THURSDAY MORNING
What was it like, to wake, knowing, as
you did, that your sale was already arranged. Did you wonder if there would
be a reprieve ?
Did you wake at Bethany?
Hear a dog bark, a chicken scatter, someone
calling out,
smell food cooking?
Where were Martha and Mary ?
Your friends, Peter, and Judas, James,
and John and Andrew.
Lazarus - who should have been
dead anyway, and whom everyone wanted to see.
What was it like for you?
Waking. Knowing you would not sleep again.
Waking, maybe with a settling dread.
Is it nothing
to you?
All who pass
by?
who sat with
him then?
how did he
pass the time?
who sits with
Him now,
with the children
who faint with hunger,
at the top
of every street?
Look -
I've things to do,
or we won't eat over the Holiday break.
The family's coming tonight,
and I've got to pay the milk man:
we've to take the boy to the healers,
he'll have to be seen before the long
weekend.
I'll be back,
we'll talk about this later, right?
Oh, when are you going into Jerusalem?
will you be eating there?
Staying the night?
When will you be back?
catch you later,
right?
